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... t this moment, it was a bit unbearable.
The stench of rot had almost taken on physical form, forcing him to open the protective membrane inside his eyes so he wouldn’t be smoked into tears.
Although the price was slightly weakened vision, in this already intricate and dim abyssal ravine, vision itself was greatly limited, so this slight weakening hardly mattered.
Only his sense of smell couldn’t be helped; he still needed to breathe.
Rotting meat, the sourness of ...
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